MABEL
Dragons roared and wings fluttered and for once her heart might have skipped a beat; but in fear, in terror, in horror. Her mind couldn’t quite keep up with what was going on – the releasing of straps, the clanking of movement, of motion, but enough to know it wasn’t good.
Would dread trap her again? As it had done on the ocean? Would she dangle lifelessly around the world, with nothing left to her name, but some rage and half-hopes?
One last effort, one last hurrah. Please, she pleaded to Wessex, in one of those daring times where she’d beg, as Gideon reached in.
As she attempted to attack, assault, launch, and do whatever she could do to destroy him. “Piece of shit,” she howled, thinking, maybe, just maybe, it’d buy enough time.
Would dread trap her again? As it had done on the ocean? Would she dangle lifelessly around the world, with nothing left to her name, but some rage and half-hopes?
One last effort, one last hurrah. Please, she pleaded to Wessex, in one of those daring times where she’d beg, as Gideon reached in.
As she attempted to attack, assault, launch, and do whatever she could do to destroy him. “Piece of shit,” she howled, thinking, maybe, just maybe, it’d buy enough time.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
